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Emily, you stitched the world into small, precise syllables,
tucking eternity into lines so brief,
they might be mistaken for whispers.
But in your whispers, there were earthquakes,
the kind that only the soul could feel.
You walked the garden paths of Amherst,
where bees hummed their sermons
and the wind brushed secrets against your ear.
Did you know your words would fly farther
than the wings of any bird you watched?
Recluse, they called you, as if solitude
were a fault to be mended.
But in your solitude, you found infinity,
not in grand cathedrals but in the humblest moments—
a slant of light, a spider’s thread,
the fierce blooming of wildflowers
in the shadows of the mind.
I wonder, did the world ever feel enough for you?
Or was it always “so much madness,”
the kind that pressed too tightly
on the edges of your heart?
Yet you held it all with grace,
turning chaos into crystalline truth.
When you wrote that hope "is the thing with feathers,"
you taught us all to listen for the unseen,
to feel the flutter of possibility
even in the darkest hours.
Your hope still perches in the hearts of many,
singing softly but never ceasing.
Emily, your lines are needles threading the infinite,
each word a star sewn into the fabric of time.
You gave us the cosmos in dashes,
the universe in quiet rebellion,
the courage to see beauty
where the world had forgotten to look.
So here’s to you, the poet who stayed
while the world passed by,
and yet managed to hold it all
in the palm of her hand.
To be sung to the Beatles Tune: "If I Fell In Love With You"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yjUuX-I0QE
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IF I WROTE A POEM FOR YOU
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If I wrote my poem for you,
would you promise not to choose
another poet's rhyme?
'Cause you have so much to judge,
and to save yourself the drudge
by just choosing mine!
If I wrote free verse for you
I must be sure, from the very first
that you will love it more than theirs!
If I trust in you......oh please
Don't ridicule..
If I edit words...oh please...don't say haiku to me!
"Cause I couldn't stand the shame
And I...could try again, and change my poem ..to a quatrain!
So I hope you know
That I ...would struggle hard to change my prose
Tho some might cry when they learn what I've proposed
But they'd have to bear the pain
And I ...will be sad if my new poem is in vain
So I hope you know
I'll stoop quite low to bribe you
Or else, I'll sob and cry, "Oh No! boo hoo!!!"
......If I wrote this poem for you
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For Beatles Contest Sponsored by John Heck
2010
SAUL NOW PAUL Now Paul GUARD the GOOD DEPOSIT of FAITH
Lo! I forgive me for who I am
As He forgives me for what I've done
Christian soldiers, Holy Roller they comin for ya!
I not a judger, nor a leader
Yet I come forth to misdemeanor
Reference the prevalent
We are who we are who we am
Saul/Paul was not a follower of Jesus
Before his crucifixion. The narrative 7 years after the crucifixion of Jesus
Saul, I mean Paul
Paul in shaping the faith of the early church
Due to the amount he wrote,
But also because his writings are possibly
The earliest historical witness we have to be
Jesus Christ and His gospel
Paul had preach to gentiles
Apparently out of his own revelatory experience
This was the mission that had been given him
By God when God called him
Function as a prophet for this new Jesus movement.
Ahh! Yes, O’ yes Paul confess
He addressed, he says, he said
Jesus is, He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation.
Oh, yes. Remember first born here.
Prior to His beheading by the government
Soldiers, Holy Roller they comin for ya!
Government I not a judger, nor a leader
Yet I come forth to misdemeanor
Reference the prevalent
Lo! I forgive me for who I am
As He forgives me for what I've done
We are who we are who we am
Saul now Paul was a follower of Jesus Christ
6/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Apologies are due the queen!
In gorgeous brown, not blue or green,
Majestic eyes, soft ‘n serene -
May hers remain upon this seen:
For metered verse and rhymes obscene,
Apologies are due the queen;
A faithful scribe now feels unclean
That let disloyal thoughts careen;
His failure then to intervene
Is why this pad and pen convene -
Apologies are due the queen,
The one bemused where there’s fourteen;
And what to do? The guillotine?
Douse the sonnet with kerosene?
(The first he wrote without her sheen)
Or move on at last and tell his queen:
It hurts to let go, ya know what I mean?
But, to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,
For being less than I should have been -
My apologies. I’ll miss you, my once ago queen.
2/7/17
The image of her face embedded in my mind
The sound of her voice indexed into my brain
The smell of her perfume
The feel of her embrace
The tenderness of her kisses
Those eyes inflamed with life
Memories of her
A few silly messages she sent me
Words of nonsense
Words that bring forth smiles
A small note where she wrote my name
Dotted with hearts
Evidence?
That she likes me too
I keep it hidden in a small box and look at it
When the darkness brings her presence to me
I turn on my lamp and reassure myself
That yes she thinks of me
Yes she likes me
Dreams are good because of her
Pictures of us
I picture us
I like us
She's my daydreams my dreams my endless thoughts streams
I think of her
When were together the earth stands still
The sun shines for us
The moon and stars glow for us
The world is good
When we are apart loneliness mocks my heart
And doubt seeps into my mind
I think of her all the time
Yet I wonder
I wonder
I wonder if she ever thinks of me?
We boarded a bus on the West coast and rode east to the next state. We then boarded an Eastbound train and travelled to the next state. There, we waited overnight and boarded another bus the next day, Continuing East for our final destination into one of the plains states. I could feel an air of inspiration about this venture; So I wrote a poem.
We spent two days there, and after being entertained by culture, museums, a major sports venue(NFL), and great food, we rented a car and headed back West for home. We encountered no inclement weather conditions, but very inviting sun and scenic pleasantries. I believed this to be a memorable and a once in a lifetime experience. I tell you, there was something magical about this whole affair; So I wrote this poem.
These were memorable moments and treasured conversations as I crossed The Great Divide on Interstate 80 with my friend. I was able to assist him in accomplishing a milestone in his life. I found pure pleasure and fulfillment as the two of us motored nearly halfway across the country; so I wrote this poem. I tell you, every ounce of my being wanted to capture and harness a most priceless memory for my friend; and for me, this short narrative that I will treasure for a lifetime.
100720PSCtest, ....So I Wrote A Poem, John Lawless
"Fart Proudly!" Benjamin Franklin Once Wrote
A troublesome guest is best not to tote
For happy intestines
It was Ben's suggestion
A good fart is worthy of a good gloat!
Could it be that we're farting obsessed?
Each aspect of farting addressed
From loud and heady
To silent but deadly
All preferences being confessed
They say one should die for their art
But it's others who suffer the fart
I think that it's time
To pursue a new line
Stop the horse and empty the cart
A horse is a horse me thinks 'tis true
Of course it's the back end that stinks of poo
While wielding shovel and pail
I did not watch the tail
He let loose and blew and up I threw!
I lad down my pen
This is it I said
I laid down my head
This is the day, this is the day
Creativity died
I tried and tried
But I couldn't provide
Any works of knowledge
So I was still
And I prayed to God
But I wasn't in His will
So I cried...
This is the day creativity died;
This is the day creativity died;
So I spoke a word, no one heard
And I wrote a word, no one read it;
So I soon forgot it
God just took it away.....
I lad down my pen
This is it I said
I laid down my head
This is the day, this is the day
Creativity died
I'm all up set
I'd use to be blessed
backslid, fallen, fell on the floor
Trip against the wall
Now I called on Jesus
I laid down my head
This is the day, this is the day
Creativity died
But I wasn't in His will
So I cried...
This is the day creativity died;
This is the day creativity died;
Oh! Lord have your way in my in my life today
Oh! Lord renew in me give me your thoughts I pray
Help me to do right
Help me to see the light
Renew in me your words so that I may write
Renew the creativity
Yeah
Birth in me the words you want me to say, hey
today this I promise your words I will recreate and honor
yesterday was the day creativity died
But since I fell on my knees and I prayed
God renewed the creativity today
08/09/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Roxette I call your Name
https://youtu.be/yAGsdYheBu4
warrior'sphere...
with quill in left
and coin in right
the coale in her heart
became a light
past plus present
" are future sight "
and so she wrote
" it IS a coming...
Spirit Change
for Chance to start
it IS a sum thing
slight sloping arc
dances for a part
... and of the script
it IS!
... off the chart ...
T'waz the Knight
a calling heard
four scales of change
and just as was
this tale of art
more rapid than eagles
called by name...
so fair in hearing
the balance came
on Comet!
thunder rains...
the energy
of an ancient unseen
poured on dawning
from ancestral streams
and so I wrote.
a tale of dreams
He woke me up
at 5 a.m.
Said he couldn't do this
He wasn't a family man
No he didn't want to sacrifice
or live in poverty
with a young family
Said I was just a toy
And that he never loved
my girl and boy
So he packed his bags
And he said goodbye
Maybe for a minute
I thought I would die
No longer his butterfly
No longer his butterfly
No longer his butterfly
I think I'll flutterby
He's not ashamed
of himself at all
He wants to party
Do drugs and alcohol
He wants his cake
and to eat it all
He's just another selfish man
Throwing love into a garbage can
I wish that he could understand
what life is all about
He decided to abandon me
and leave us here in poverty
cuz he don't want a family
No chance to work it out
He woke me up
at 5 a.m.
Said he couldnt do this
He wasn't a family man
No he didn't want to sacrifice
or live in poverty
with a young family
Said I was just a toy
And that he never loved
My girl and boy
So he packed his bags
And he said goodbye
Maybe for a minute
I thought I would die
No longer his butterfly
No longer his butterfly
No longer his butterfly
I think I'll flutterby
Written by Heather Condee
I wrote this song for an ex boyfriend.
He didn't like my song. Thought I wrote him a
love song..... As if!!!!